Today was a good day. Itâ€™s hard to explain in words, but it simply felt peaceful. The mood was like that of a pianist playing a simple tune in an empty room lit only with gauzy light and dust motes. I like that alone kind of feeling sometimes.
When my husband came home from work he had a bouquet of flowers in hand, with an attached card saying â€œThank you for being my love.â€
â€œI was longing for flowers,â€ I said while inhaling the scents.
He just smiled like he heard the piano music in the empty room too.
Then, as we walked hand-in-hand in an evening dusk so thick I had to push against it, I looked up and saw the winter sky. The stars, vivid and large, dazzled in a midnight blue theater. A cold wind tried to end the magic, but failed.
My husband leaned in close, protective and warming. He whispered, â€œThe stars are incredible tonight.â€ I could only nod, such was my reverence.
It was the best part of my day.